I Feel Like I'm Just Blah Blahing

When we are younger there are certain conversations we wait for, attempt to have, role play and replay; when we get older we realize that with said conversations comes responsibility and change. We might still imagine having them, they sit in our mind playing tag with our other thoughts and linger on our tongue, but once the topic is actually brought up, you are left wondering, how do I really feel about this situation?
Kept trying to convince R to sing Father and Son by Cat Stevens Friday night. He finally did it for me. Family man J bought me a whiskey and I had him come up to sing I Won't Go Home Without You by Maroon 5. He didn't know that I had put in the song nor did he know the song. He ended up just standing behind me then at one point put his arm around me and said into the microphone, "Hear that honey? She's coming home with us," to his wife who was sitting at our table. That became the joke of the night. G commented that their family gained a new member before he announced the next singer and J later mentioned me going home with them.
A grandmother was dancing her heart out with her grandson which was fun to see, but he was intoxicated and who knows, she may have been tipsy herself. He kept trying to get others to dance, I wouldn't go up with him. I was attempting to sing a song and he came up and was dancing with me and singing at the same time. It was very distracting and I kept laughing. T was in town so she came up and pulled him off of me and started dancing with him, then took him to the bar to try and get him to drink water. Later, she was singing and it seemed as though he was going to leave her alone, because he was dancing with his grandmother, T made sure the second mic was off so he wouldn't interrupt, but no, he started dancing in front of her. I asked R if I had to save her because she saved me, he said he didn't know. I sat there saying, "really? Seriously? Do I have to?" and such, then swore and pulled him off of her. She winked at me and smiled. He was dancing incredibly close, for lack of a better term, grinding if you will. As soon as the song ended T came over, started dancing with me and we walked off the dance floor together. We left him to dance with his grandmother some more, as she didn't seem to mind dancing that close with him nor did another female patron. Now this other female patron was confusing, she was there with a girlfriend and another guy, it was an interesting triangle because I couldn't figure out who was dating whom, each girl seemed like they could be with the guy. But when dancing boy and third wheel girl, as we will call her, got together her girlfriend came over as it looked as though they were about to make-out on the dance floor said, "I don't think so," and dragged her friend back to the table. Leaving dancing boy to find his grandmother again and the one girl telling her friend she was not going to allow her to hook-up with that guy while their "boyfriend" sat in the middle smiling at them both. Are you confused yet? Don't be, just reread it a few times. I apologize, I'm tired and can't figure out a way to be clearer.
R and I discussed his music, I have started on some lyrics though I am not ready to share them yet.
J was in a good mood and stayed longer than he has for awhile. He snuck up behind me when I came in and told me that the first three songs I sang were favorites of his.
Both J's pay/paid attention to what I was drinking which I find entertaining.
Saturday night NY J and I were going to play Hive but we spent the evening trying to get something out of his eye. We went to the store and bought eye wash and flushed it several times, to no avail. After awhile he decided that he wanted to go to urgent care on the base and see if they could help, so we drove over there, went through security (I don't remember having to turn off the headlights when we used to go on base with my grandparents), zipped around to medical and they were closed. By the end of the evening his eye did not look good. I will say that he did go to the base the next day and they were able to get a piece of fluff out that was from his safety goggles from when he was airsofting.
I want to keep writing, but I'm tired...